My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! Chapter 108 108: Butcher Room!

Instantly, Gang Ryeong felt a strange connection establish itself.

The two pearls glowed faintly and ca out of his body.

Levitating in the air, it rotated around like a star.

Looking at it, Gang Ryeong was thoughtful for a mont:

"Hmm?"

Just then, they froze in place as if ti itself had frozen, then they shot through the air and entered inside him.

[You have rged with the Pearls of Death]

[You have gained a unique skill: ]

…

You can directly go to the abyss of death, whenever you want to.

…

"That's convenient," he muttered in his heart.

Sothing that allowed him to travel directly to that place and draw upon the souls he had killed, turning them into his own army, this was perfect for him.

"Now, I can truly be considered a necromancer. Maybe I could even help the main body with this."

His title wasn't unique. Even if this one was, he could always find a way around it.

As he pondered, he arrived at a long, narrow passageway.

Drop!

The sound of water dripping onto the ground.

Gang Ryeong tightened his grip.

His eyes darted around, alert for any sign of danger.

The others followed closely behind him, their eyes even more cautious than his.

Their hearts were filled with fear and uncertainty about what lay ahead.

Of course, Gang Ryeong was well aware of this.

But he offered them no hope.

Speaking further would serve no purpose.

Soon, they passed through a stone chamber.

Gang Ryeong stepped inside, curiosity guiding his feet, only to pause, breath catching in his throat.

The stench of blood filled the air, thick and suffocating.

His pupils widened at the grueso sight before him.

A river of blood flowed through the room, and dozens of children were impaled on massive rods. The horrific scene could make anyone shudder in cold terror.

Their internal organs were exposed, put on grotesque display, while nurous green-skinned figures wandered the area.

They toyed with the corpses, treating them like pigs at a slaughterhouse.

It was a cruel, revolting sight, one that could scar a person for life.

Gang Ryeong watched with a hardened gaze.

'These people are unforgivable,' he muttered silently to himself.

His expression remained calm.

But, his presence radiated a chilling, unshakable killing intent.

In that mont, Gang Ryeong made a silent vow to kill the hunched master and anyone connected to the atrocity before him.

By any ans necessary, be it by hook or by crook.

Pan Ji stepped forward, deliberately avoiding eye contact with the grisly scene.

"This is the butcher's place… where those who rebel against us are punished."

"I see," Gang Ryeong replied with a quiet nod. Then, without hesitation, he began walking forward. The children trailing behind him either wept softly or kept their heads down.

This was a sight no one, especially a child, should ever have to witness.

Gang Ryeong advanced with slow, deliberate steps.

At first, the green-skinned beings didn't seem to notice him or the children.

But as he drew nearer, one of them suddenly locked eyes with him and let out a beast-like roar.

The sound startled everyone.

In an instant, the creatures rose to their feet, weapons in hand, their faces twisted into expressions of savage hostility.

Their twisted grins were impossible to hide, especially when they realized it was only a group of children.

"Haha, the pigs have co to us," one sneered.

"And there are so many of them."

"Their screams will be music to my ears once they start begging for rcy," said one of the green-skinned creatures, his voice full of manic glee.

"Hehe, I'll have my fun with these little ones before any of you get the chance," added a particularly hideous female green-skin, her eyes glinting with sickening lust.

Then, their attention shifted.

A scrawny child with short black hair and ragged clothes, one of the smallest and thinnest of the group, was walking toward them.

The green-skinned monsters looked at one another and burst into louder laughter.

"Haha!"

"One of the pigs is even coming to us on his own two feet!"

The ugliest one, the sa female green-skin who had spoken earlier, her face still twisted with lust, grinned and said, "Let check him out."

She ran her tongue across her lips slowly, savoring the mont.

Then she began walking toward Gang Ryeong, step by step, like a predator toying with its prey.

Gang Ryeong remained silent. His expression didn't change in the slightest as he advanced with calm, steady steps.

Even when faced with her grotesque appearance and vile intentions, not a single muscle on his face twitched.

At last, the green-skinned woman reached him and sneered.

"You're quite the brave little thing," she said, leaning in close. "I think I'll add you to my precious collection."

Gang Ryeong didn't say a word.

He simply raised his hand, and a swirling black mass ford in his palm, shaping itself into a nacing sword in the form of a dark haze.

Without hesitation, his arm moved.

The blade beca a blur.

Swish!

A spray of green blood filled the air.

The female green-skin was split cleanly in half.

But Gang Ryeong didn't stop there.

He slashed again.

And again.

Over and over, reducing her to chunks of flesh, until there was nothing left to recognize.

The most terrifying part was that she felt every mont of it, her body slowly, painfully torn apart.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, too fast for anyone to react.

And by the ti they did…

It was already too late.

A heavy, unnatural silence fell over the room.

Gang Ryeong stood bathed in green blood, his expression ice-cold. His black eyes held the depth of an endless abyss, a bottomless chasm that seed to devour all light.

At that mont, the green-skinned creatures finally realized…

They had fucked up.

Still, one of the bolder ones roared, desperate to rally the others.

"Hold him down! We can kill him! There are hundreds of us, he's just a scrawny kid!"

That single shout sparked a flicker of hope in the hearts of the others.

Ten of them surged forward, weapons raised, roaring as they charged.

The air itself seed to tear as they lunged for him, trying to overwhelm him in one coordinated rush.